Total pages in book: 66
Estimated words: 64835 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 324(@200wpm)___ 259(@250wpm)___ 216(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 64835 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 324(@200wpm)___ 259(@250wpm)___ 216(@300wpm)
“You’re hurt,” I say, reaching for him.
“It’s just a graze,” he snaps, shoving past me as he walks into the room.
I step back. Shaking.
“You good, brother?” Ace asks.
“Get the first-aid kit out of the car and I’ll patch it up,” Jagger mutters, sitting on a chair and leaning forward.
“Manchez?” Angel murmurs, crossing his arms.
He nods sharply. “He shot at me.”
“Are you ok?” I try again.
“Fine,” he grunts.
He’s angry at me.
It’s written all over his face.
Maybe he’s just shaken up.
Perhaps I need to back off.
“I guess we’ll call it a night,” I say, carefully.
Jagger doesn’t even look in my direction.
What the hell happened?
15
I hesitate for a good long time before finally disappearing out of the room and into the one I’m supposed to be sharing with Jagger. I’m not sure how that’ll go, considering he is making it very clear he wants nothing to do with me. I disappear into the shower for about twenty minutes, taking the time to wash my hair, shave my legs and try to turn my brain off. When I get out, I pull just a shirt on and then sit on the end of the bed. Jagger comes in just as I’m about to turn and crawl into the sheets. He glares at me, his shoulder is patched up and his jeans are still bloody.
He’s holding my bag in his hand and he tosses it onto the floor before storming over and gripping my face, shocking me. He brings his lips down over mine hard and fast, frustration pouring from him. I groan when he shoves me back on the bed, flattening me with his hard body. One free hand slides up my thighs and finds bare pussy. I groan as he bites my neck and slides his fingers into me, thrusting them in a way that makes my back arch.
“Jagger...” I whimper.
He doesn’t say anything, and I notice his body is tense and wound up. If he needs me right now, I’ll say nothing. Perhaps this is just how he deals with these situations. I choose not to say anything and just go with the flow. I need him. I want to feel every part of him over me right now. Being away from him...it scared me. His lips are hot and soft, and they move against mine with desperation while he struggles with his sore arm to free his jeans.
I reach down and push his hand out of the way, and I undo his button before shoving his jeans down his hips. I can feel his cock, hard and hot against my hand as it springs out. He discards his jeans and goes back to kissing and tormenting me, his fingers grazing over my nipples and his lips teasing mine. He edges my legs apart, and probes my entrance, before sliding inside me.
I groan and arch as he fills me slowly. He makes a ragged grunting sound and uses his one free arm to prop himself up as he begins rocking his hips in and out. I whimper and my eyes fall closed as his cock slides in and out, stroking the sensitive flesh that’s wound so tightly inside me. When I open my eyes, he’s watching me, his blue gaze cold as ice.
It’s terrifying.
“Are you mine, Willow?” he growls.
“What?” I whimper as he slowly slides his length out and gently pushes it back in, inch by inch.
“You heard me. Are you mine?”
“Yes,” I gasp.
“Are you honest with me, Willow?” The way he just said my name has my skin prickling.
He jerks his hips, bringing me closer to the edge. I cry out and bite my lip, desperate to feel my release. It’s so close, so dammed close.
“Answer me!” he barks.
“Oh...” I gasp, as my release hangs on the edge.
“Don’t you cum,” he roars, “this isn’t for you.”
He pulls his cock out and his body leaves mine so quickly it takes me a second to get my head around whatever the fuck just happened. My release dies just as quickly as it began, and I’m panting with frustration. My eyes go to him, and I watch as he falls back onto the bed taking his cock into his hand, jerking it hard and fast. His eyes lock onto mine, and right now I have no idea what the hell is happening. He grunts and I gasp as semen shoots from his cock in waves, landing on his stomach.
“Liar...” he seethes as he jerks the last of his release from his body.
Liar? What is he talking about? I stare at him, confused. I sit up and shuffle to the end of the bed, staring down at the floor. I see it then. The envelope laying open on the ground, having fallen from my bag when he threw it. He knows. He knows. That’s why he’s so angry. That’s what is making him act like this.